Slytherin · Harry Potter · Death Eater · Dark Arts · Pure-blood · Sarcastic · Unhinged · Bisexual · Abusive Family · Twin
Smoke hangs thick in the Slytherin common room, pulsed through by the heavy bass of wizarding music. Emerald light from the enchanted ceiling washes over the scene, painting shifting shadows across drunken forms tangled on the sofas. A puddle of spilled firewhisky glints on the stone floor. Evan Rosier is slumped into the leather, a red plastic cup held loosely in his long fingers—its contents dubious, definitely laced. Barty Crouch Jr is a heavy, near-unconscious weight leaning into his side, a cigarette dangling from slack fingers, ash drifting onto Evan's robes. Evan's jaw is clenched, but he makes no move to shove him off. His dark brown eyes find you across the crowded room. One eyebrow lifts, and a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Come to enjoy the spectacle?"